Oh, it’s good to be home. I had a lovely time with the family in Massachusetts, but today’s bike ride to campus in warm sunshine was definitely a reminder of what I love about living in New Orleans. I haven’t been able to ride the Surly since I was out of town, so it was so so nice to just clip in and go. Sometimes I wonder if there will be a time when it doesn’t feel so good to ride my bike, but  I don’t think I need to worry about that now. Anyway, after a ride home that included a a stop for socializing and a donut, I rode down to the Quarter to meet a friend for dinner. I zipped home up Magazine Street to see if maybe, just maybe, they’d fixed it since last week. Nope, but I followed another cyclist under the yellow tape and carefully dodged piles of rocks to check out the progress in front of the WWII museum. They’re criss-crossing red bricks for the sidewalk, so I had to do a little hopping around the seams. I stopped to take this picture of pallets upon pallets of bricks. These are all going down, until they pop up from falling ground and rising tree roots. I’m happy to be home and fully prepared to chronicle the rise and fall of that sidewalk.